Poetry and other writings by, for and about bikers, motorcycles, motorcycle riders, biker lifestyle. I'm not a 1%'er but I'll accept poems or stories from or about 1%'ers. I ride a Harley, but I will publish here writings by anyone with something to say about riding motorcycles, no matter what you ride. To submit your work just send to Uglicoyote.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

I'll make the first post here by posting some of my own work. Enjoy. Feel free to comment on the poems.I love feedback on my work.

Villanelle for a Road King

We all have many reasons we love to hear that thunder rollThe old lady bitches, the boss pays less, the kids demand their sayRemember, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul

The daily grind of making a living forces all to pay its tollBlood pressure rises, pleasures seem few; of course there are bills to paySo we all have many reasons we love to hear the thunder roll

Release is just a ride away, and sweet sanity our goalWe swing our leg across the seat, the engine fires, we ride awayYes, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul.

We turn to that favorite back road, the one all curves and knollsInto the first turn, accelerate,the next curve comes fast, but we know the wayThese are among the many reasons why we love it when the thunder rolls

The fresh wind washes away our pain, as down the straight we rollThe pulse of power, the sounds of the road, all cares and worries wiped awayTruly, four wheels may move the body, but two wheels move the soul.

We thunder on into the night, your cares have gone; you’ve met your goal.Tomorrow will bring another load, more cares, concerns; another dayWe all have many reasons why we love to hear that thunder roll.We know that four wheels may move our body but two wheels will move our soul.2007 Bill "uglicoyote" Davis

U.S. 101, 20, 30, 66, 26, The Lincoln Highway,America's Roads,State roads, County roadsRoads which appear onlyOn the map of the mind.Blue Highways,Highway blues

Riding the soul of America,Riding my soulRiding those miles and miles ofMiles and miles.

Bill "uglicoyote" Davis 2007

A Ride to Nirvana

I met Jesus and MohammedIn MontanaOn the Highway to the Sun

Jesus on a old panhead chopperMohammed astride an Ultra GlideBoth wore Diablo colors

And they shared their tequilaand smiled their bad boy smilesThen we fired up and were off

they to Heaven in SturgisThe Buddha astride his Road Kingto Nirvanna and home

It was a hell of a ride

copyright 2007 Bill "uglicoyote" Davis

Three Motorcycle Haiku (Baiku?)1.Those good vibrations Rolling through the Portneuf Gap Into summer sun

2.swinging to saddle erases life distractions road and man are one

3.her hands grip my chest orgasmic pulsings subsidepower out of curve

2007 Bill "uglicoyote" Davis

Haiku are Japanese form poems that adhere to a seventeen syllable count, five in the first and third lines and seven syllables in the second. Traditional haiku usually deal with nature and the seasons. I write about bikes and riding so I call mine "Baiku". These I've done for fun. If you want to read more Motorcycle Haiku go here here.